Sensory Deprivation - Misery Index

Anachronisms piling high on memories decayed, 300 days have passed again and

here I am, nothing’s changed

Burning time, the specters of a past life lived

Another year, to wallow in the bitterness of loss

Recast into this languid mold

Back to a state of Thermidor

Entranced by the reminiscence haunt

But what could have been, now is gone

The detritus of days long past lie shipwrecked 'cross my ocean floor

Where laughing ghosts echo of halcyon days I knew before

Demons breeding demons in my head

Is this how the book of life ends?

Dead drunk, dejected and unsung?

Left with no purpose but to grieve?

And far are the cosmos that twist and unwind

A left-handed path into the black

As youth dissolves quickly and tensions divide

I stand frozen on that day I left

A circumnavigation course, adrift, lost and compromised

Navigating mental seas, balkanized, 28, 23, 17, and 33, each era brands its

stigma scar

The stare of Medusa, the death in my eyes

Numbing reflections, from senses deprived…